"I believe wholeheartedly that you can, Sayuri-dono," Kenshin promised, though he made no mention of his own hands. When you lived for years, palms and fingers coated with the blood of enemies and friends alike, there was naught to be done to wash it away.
When she tugged him back toward the bed, his eyes widened and his mouth formed in a slight "oro." Warring with himself for a split second, the vampire found himself unable to resist as he fell back onto the bed, pulling her atop him.
"You are a gift this one does not deserve, de gozaru."